It's in the morning that I love living alone. I love waking up slowly, my house still and my room dark. I'm never able to tell what time it is but my dad always told me the best kind of sleep is the sleep you get when you wake up when you're ready to. I love listening to my iTunes, cleaning my house, and making pancakes. Perhaps I like the mornings because it's the start of a brand new day. However I went to bed the night before, whatever day I previously had- it doesn't matter. It's a brand new day, and I can make of it what I want.
Last night I went to bed happy because I truly feel like I'm at a transitory place in my life. And when I slept I dreamt of houses.